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OOC: Yo WO, you should read everyone's post after yours. If you look at Noko' IC post before the one I just wrote, you'll see that she's been kind enough to leave Pyro and Pietro another message.

ooc: but guys... if your both unconcious, then neither will get the note. Unless i read wrong and you had john wake up...

ic:
"Sure, let's go." Regina was glad for a suggestion to get out of the music and lights. "Lead the way."

OOC: Yea, what Noko said about Type O. Actually...they're more of a Goth Metal band...to get techincal. But that's just me. I'm a music nut/junkie/nazi/whatever.

IC: "I'm done here. I'll go sign on and see if I can get him."

"Cool...I'll catch up with you in a bit...I've a feeling I'm going...," Jacen stopped talking as he watched Kylia pick up a few of the empty plates and place them in the dishwasher then leave. "Yea. I'm gonna clean up a bit in here, then I'll hunt ya down."

A few of the others offered to help Jacen with this, but he politely declined. Not that he didn't want the help, but he was looking forward to some time to himself. "Alright..that means for the rest of you guys that are done eating to get going." A few of the younger ones scarfed down the remnants of their meals and took off in a hurry. Anything to get away from the 'warzone'. And Jacen dutifully started to gather up the dishes to be cleaned.

He stood there at the sink, rinsing off dishes and placing them carefully onto the dishwasher rack. He had almost completely lost himself in his serene state of mind, with his only focus on the running faucet. He almost dropped a plate on the floor when he felt someone wrapping their arms around him from behind. It had to be Kim.

"Mornin' Sunshine," Jacen said, still working on the remainder of the dishes. There was only a few glasses and plates to be taken care of. He didn't hear her respond, all she did was rest her head on his back. After he had placed the last dish in the dishwasher, he closed it up before turning around and hugging Kim gently. "Is somethin wrong?"

"Not really," she replied, "I just couldn't sleep."

"I was wondering where you ducked off to," Jacen said while reaching off to his side, opening the cupboard, and grabbing an empty glass. "Care for a glass of water?" She nodded her head, which obviously gave him the go-ahead to do so. Which he did. After she had finished her drink, Jacen looked at her and saw she still looked extremely tired. Even more tired than what he probably looked. "Come on now....," Jacen said quietly, "It's back to bed with you."

"And yourself?," she retorted, feigning alertness, "It doesn't look like you've slept in a week."

"More like two weeks, hon." Jacen grinned. "But that's not a concern of mine right now. I'm just wanting to see what way I can help out my parents." After he said that, and Kim realized exactly what he had said, she stared him down.

"What do you mean, 'your parents'? I thought you said that you..."

"I know, Kim. I thought I did too, but....when Apocalypse initially drafted me into his little militia, there they were. Older, but...they were my parents." The look on Kim's face screamed for Jacen to get serious for a nanosecond. He gave her a hug for assurance. "Trust me, Kim.....it's just as weird, if not too weird for me, and I can't even begin to explain any of this. All I know is their alive still....and they can't stay on the Institute's grounds forever." Just hearing himself say that his parents were alive still made him happy. Though there was a conflict of mind with his grief over his friend's death and the relief of having his mom and dad around, he at least showed the signs of happiness. Obviously Kim must have picked up on it as well, as she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.

"I'm gonna get a bit more sleep...."

"Alright hon," Jacen said before she walked out of the kitchen. About ten seconds after she had left, Jacen left the kitchen as well, turning the light off behind him. "I'm going to have to remember to thank Kylia for that awesome food," he thought to himself as he walked towards the comp lab.

OOC: Hmmm... my bad cloud.

Now what could be worse than Pietro. *ponders, will post soon*

Pietro sighed as he looked at the remains of the house, then to the note, then back to the remains once more. He'd awakened about a minute or so after John, long enough that John had once again sneaked away to some other rock in which to crawl under.

With his speed, Pietro could theoretically rebuild the house in a matter of minutes. Unfortunately, for all his speed, Pietro lacked one very important element in this matter. He wasn't terribly strong. There would be no way he could lift all the lumber and masonry necessary to rebuild the house, but if he resorted to a construction crew, he knew the process could take weeks, as somehow the fact that John decided to go insane would be spun into something that was his fault.

There was, in the end, only one logical choice, though even Pietro was hesitant to unleash such a menace upon the small town of Bayville. Then again, Bayville sucked, and most of the people in the town sucked, so he quickly shrugged off any feelings of guilt and pulled out his cell phone, making a few select calls.

Within minutes a collection of blurs formerly only associated with Quicksilver's speed rocketed onto the grounds, assembling in front of Pietro as if called into battle.

"Lady and Gentlemen... we've got a job ahead of us," he said with a grin, picturing what John would do when he came back to a small army of speedsters.

OOC: Yeah... so I figured the only thing worse than Pietro was about a half dozen Pietros twisted This should be fun...

ooc: *kidnaps a peitro and locks it in her closet to sell on ebay later * .....lalalalala * sneaks away*

ooc: >) the real peitro * has outlaw in closet*